Oh, I know, no-one like a blog post written with smug-ness.
So please, accept that this is rare, and opt-out if it’s really not acceptable.
But right now, as I publish this, I am on my way to Birmingham.
Admittedly to talk finance.
But with a gift in hand, and hopefully cakes bought,
As I prepare for a member of my team leaving, promoted to another team.
And yes, it is no doubt her ability which allowed this to happen.
It’s happened though in the same week as my children’s school reports were published.
So I’m definitely, and rarely feeling:
J applied for a job with me just over two years ago,
There were better candidates.
In her feedback, knowing who had been promoted, I encouraged her to apply for to backfill position.
She did and was successful.
Circumstances changed, and with a year under her belt, she applied for the original job and with that year’s experience she was a great candidate and was duly promoted.
And a year on, she has been promoted again,
And there is such a sense of pride, my pride, knowing that her potential is being realised.
Alongside this I have received three school reports, I have shown restraint on Facebook (as has every other parent) but I reserve the right to have this as my personal space, and wave the flag for the reports my children have received.
I am not immune to the messages between the lines. But I am a parent of twins, who has racked my brain as to whether to separate my sons in school, who has questioned whether their individual personalities will be appreciated, and has questioned whether the teacher and LSAs will be able to tell them apart.
And so, receiving their reports fills me with pride, beyond pride.